"Oi!! I told you to fight back! Now pick up your sword and-ARGH!!" Distracted for a moment and Gene was bitten by one of the mongrels, his veins filled with a deadly toxin that would take its toll. "Why you!!" He slashed at the bastard that bit him and was going to go after the other one when he was finished with the first.

The panthers were dead in seconds. The one that had attacked Gene was cut up, but the last one was cut into little more than ribbons of meat. It never saw it coming. Luckily the head was more-or-less intact so they could use it as proof of its death. But other than that is was little more than a pile of blood and flesh.